Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Directly arrogantly crossed the middle of the road, blocking their way.

The subordinate hurriedly stepped on the brakes, looked back nervously at Shen Jikong who opened his eyes because of the sudden pause, and hurriedly said, "Master, are you all right? A car suddenly rushed out in front of him."

Shen Jikong didn't speak, and glanced at the car that blocked them with cold eyes.

An expensive black Bentley. At this moment, a man is coming down from above. The man is wearing a simple shirt and trousers. He is tall and slender, and his face is impeccable. His peach eyes are especially beautiful, but his eyes are slightly cold at the moment. After a faint glance from the car, he walked over with long legs.

Before long, the car window was knocked.

Shen Jikong looked at him silently for two seconds, then dropped the car window blankly.

"Mr. Shen." The man stared at him with his hands on the body, a lazy and casual posture, but he couldn't refuse: "Is it convenient to talk."

Shen Jikong raised his eyes and finally met Ming Siran's eyes.

The eyes of the two collided, and the air seemed to stretch suddenly.

Shen Jikong touched his wristwatch with his fingertips and looked at Ming Siran, thinking a little carelessly. Although Ming Siran saw him for the first time, it was not the first time he saw Ming Siran.

The first time I saw this man was in Luo Qiao's cell phone.

The appearance of the man in the photo is a little smaller than the one seen at the moment. He is about eighteen or nineteen years old, carrying a girl with a chuckle on his back, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are written with tenderness.

He squinted his eyes.

The first love of childhood sweetheart...

When Shen Jikong looked at Ming Siran, Ming Siran also looked at him calmly.

The cold and indifferent man has a dangerous aura all over his body, and his pupils are slightly lighter in color, floating with fine pieces of cold light.

Shen Jikong's eyes narrowed, and he quickly retracted his gaze, and said indifferently: "I think I have made it clear that we have no business with Mingshi Group."

"I haven't talked about it yet. How does Mr. Shen know if he has it? Maybe there will be some surprise.

The man twitched his lips, his tone indifferent: "I have a minimum judgment, please come back, Mr. Ming."

After speaking, he wanted to raise the window of the car, but when he moved, he was stopped by a slender white hand.

Shen Jikong glanced at him expressionlessly, just about to say something, his eyes passed over the ring he was wearing inadvertently, and his expression paused slightly.

The silver-white ring, at first glance, knew that it was a ring with Luo Qiao, and it reflected a glimmer of light under the sunlight, which was a bit dazzling.

His gaze froze slightly.

It was less than a second, but Ming Siran was sensitively caught.

He glanced at the ring and slowly said: "This is the ring my girlfriend gave me. Mr. Shen is interested in this?"

Shen Jikong noticed it was given to him by his girlfriend.

give away.

He squinted his eyes, and a few seconds later, he faintly said, "I am not interested in business or rings."

After speaking, he didn't wait for Ming Siran to continue to say anything, his expression was obviously cold, and he told the driver in a deep voice: "Drive."

The car started again, bypassing the bright car ahead, and gradually submerged in the traffic.

Shen Jikong sat in the car, looked at the slender figure of the man in the rearview mirror further and further away, and looked away.

He thought coldly, he really hated this man.